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[tyler bryce desoto]

Oh dear god, what ungodly time of night was it? He had two...four...seven...drinks tonight? He'd lost count at some point of the night and then realized that he had to be responsible and try to not be the drunkest one of his so-called buddies. Whenever he was with them he always liked to be the somewhat slightly less drunk one so he could look better than they did. Though that usually meant that he had to apologize to every girl his drunken buddies attempted to flirt with, which was pretty embarrassing but it made him look like the good guy, which he really wasn't. They were from one of his classes and it was better than going to the bar and drinking alone so he just put up with their bullshit and went along with them. Besides he got to be one of the guys, he got to watch sports and drink beer, occasionally play a game of poker, and laugh at them when they tried and failed to score with a girl. You know, the things guys did when they all went out with each other.

But after so many hours of drinking, there was only so much he could take. He'd gone through how many college football games? The best part was he didn't even care about college football, most of the time he just yelled 'oh come on!' or something along those lines as if he was really into the game. It usually worked, they all seemed to think that he was just as passionate about the game as they were.So after making some drunken excuse he had managed to get away from them and here he was. He wasn't exactly sure how he had managed to get here in one piece, but at least he was here. It was the best place to go when he had been drinking, and a lot of people agreed with him.

A 24/7 restaurant was always a haven for those who had been a little too much fun earlier on in the night, or for those who had nothing better to do but watch the drunken people make idiots out of themselves. He had been the entertainment and the observer many times, most of the time he was with some sort of company and that just made this place even better. At least this place had a nice staff that seemed to tolerate the drunken people pretty well. Plus whenever he was here he always left a pretty good tip since he would most likely not remember half the stuff he said or did when he was here. Fortunately he had yet to get kicked out of this place so he could assume that he was pretty good when he was here.

He rubbed his eyes a bit as he tried to focus on what he was trying to accomplish. It was really hard to focus on the menu, there were just too many words and that small font just made it even worse for him right now. They should have a menu for the drunk and/or stoned people, they could put ridiculous prices on the simplest things and totally make bank on it. He would totally pay thirteen bucks for anything and coffee or who knows what. Just about any person under the influence would. Anything sounded amazing when you had far too much to drink. Plus most of the time he'd just point to something and show the waiter what he was pointing at. Usually he ended up with something good so it was perfectly fine with him. Just as long as it wasn't anything with maple syrup, how he hated syrup. It was the most disgusting thing ever, just the thought of it made him cringe. Syrup was also the main reason why he never invited anybody here with him. He couldn't stand to watch people drizzle mass amounts of syrup onto their food. It was even worse when he was drunk, it was just something that most of his friends knew not to do when they were around him.

Once the waitress had brought him his coffee, he told her that he needed a few more minutes with the menu. He was really trying to read the menu, but it just wasn't working out for him. Taking a sip of his coffee, he felt so much more awake already this stuff was like magic. If only it were helpful when it came to looking at that stupid menu. He let out a frustrated sigh, why oh why was the menu being so difficult?! With the way things were going for him this was going to take more than a few minutes, thank god they had free refills on coffee.

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